NepNep
A "could be" man of the world
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Crushes, oneitis, "I like foid", etc, when was the last time you had one and why?
I never had onewhen was the last time you had one and why?
How was it?
I never had one
I never had one
After I finished high schoolCrushes, oneitis, "I like foid", etc, when was the last time you had one and why?
Ah, I remember the time when I thought that foids were interesting human beings, and not just literal fleshlights which come in different colors, shapes and sizes.Back when I didn't know that they were just holes.
I stopped when I realized that none of them ever liked meCrushes, oneitis, "I like foid", etc, when was the last time you had one and why?
Backstory. When it was last nominally 'acceptable' for me, it was high school. Friendzoned = my personal meltdown. Then after ten years as incel (ten years as neet because normies don't care about the effect of being incel on a child), it was a neighbour I did some gardening with, she being twice my age, childless & divorced. After that calamity and six more years of isolation, it's now another neighbour's daughter I have a crush on.why?
I stopped when I realized that none of them ever liked me
Never had oneCrushes, oneitis, "I like foid", etc, when was the last time you had one and why?
so this is why there's still hope in you?Backstory. When it was last nominally 'acceptable' for me, it was high school. Friendzoned = my personal meltdown. Then after ten years as incel (ten years as neet because normies don't care about the effect of being incel on a child), it was a neighbour I did some gardening with, she being twice my age, childless & divorced. After that calamity and six more years of isolation, it's now another neighbour's daughter I have a crush on.
She doesn't live here, just visits her mum, who is divorced and works in the school with sped. I occasionally garden with the mom, who lately asks me to take a walk once a week. We've had some tough conversation sitting on her back deck. I'm the sort of retard you see cutting invasive species in forests ; because 'some nice environmentalist lady' led me on, talking up how she's concerned about her daughter's future. (I imagine showing hard work in these alternative ways is meritorious, demonstrating I'm the man for them.) It took four years –apparently– to convince the mother I'm not a dangerous monster, and I have in the past month talked with the daughter twice. From each of them it's just go-go-motivational jive, pointing out skills I have and saying there's a place for these in this world. Imagine having a girl say you should sell flowers at the end of your driveway — like a tot with his lemonade stand.
No sweetie, I want to be plunging your tight ultramarathon and thruhiker pink, decorating your naked body with blossoms, and massaging your warm body held close.
— then we can go sell flowers together, and start a life together, helping each other grow ....
(Maybe that first one will fix my horribly deformed penis, which certainly didn't help the process of puberty. Why didn't anybody ask me if erections hurt? They're adults, they're supposed to care! )
But of course that's what the big girls and boys do : never me. Or should I just . . . be patient?
Roflcopter. They'll each move on to rugged-faraway-clean-air-&-water-burg some day, while I'm stuck here pecking my sex-doll's tits.
Thank you for asking an unconventional question and inviting elaboration. Fren!![]()
More like circumstance dragging me along, teasing absurd possibilities.still hope





